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Is he the band coach at the TV station?
Huang Chengzi felt a strong sense of curiosity.
He remembered that Qiao Yu was a student at Nanwu University.
How could a college student possibly be in that position?
Totally unscientific.
She suddenly remembered that her brother's tutor was hired by her aunt.
At the time, she thought her aunt had found the tutor through some recruitment website.
It seems that things are not so simple at present.
But what makes a college student worthy of her aunt's approval?
Just as Huang Chengzi was lost in thought.
Suddenly, soothing and melodious music began to play.
She was immediately drawn to it.
Not only her, but all the audience members were stunned.
The prelude was surprisingly pleasant to listen to.
The xun, flute, xiao, guqin, and electronic screen intertwine to create clear and melodious musical notes.
It's like a babbling brook.
The guqin, in particular, with its clear and melodious sound, evokes a strong sense of classical elegance.
The soundtrack includes both Chinese and Western musical instruments.
The guqin is the dominant instrument.
It is with this that Chinese and Western musical instruments can be perfectly integrated.
Without it, the background music loses its classical feel.
"As the opera unfolds, the water sleeves rise and fall,"
"Singing of joys and sorrows, of partings and reunions, is none of my business, 273"
"The fan opens and closes, the gongs and drums sound, then fall silent,"
"Who can explain the emotions within the play to outsiders?"
Huang Chengzi's expression froze for a moment.
He immediately straightened up from the soft chair.
Her bright eyes were fixed on the radiant Qiao Jingjing, and she seemed to be listening attentively.
The audience behind her were mostly like her.
They all initially appeared nonchalant.
When the music started, they thought the accompaniment was very pleasant and charming.
Then Qiao Jingjing began to sing.
The lyrics were scrolling on the teleprompter.
The lyrics are ornate and the melody has a classical feel.
His voice was magnetic yet soft and sweet.
It instantly captivated the audience.
"They are adept at infusing their joys, sorrows, and emotions into their performances."
"So what if the same old lines have been sung all along?"
"Bones and ashes are all me,"
"In times of chaos, like duckweed adrift, one can only watch as flames of war engulf the land."
"Though my position is humble, I dare not forget my duty to the nation."
Even if no one knows me.
Qiao Yu closed his eyes at the band's position.
Both hands moved in rhythm with the strings.
Hook, pick, wipe, lift, support, break, strike, pluck, sometimes fast, sometimes slow.
A smile unconsciously crept onto his lips as he gradually entered a state of rapture.
Several band teachers nearby looked over with surprise.
This young man is quite skilled.
Before going on stage, Qiao Yu exchanged for advanced guqin playing skills with the system.
I can totally handle this song.
He did write this song.
But he was just a "transfer station"; the real creators came from another world.
He was blown away when he first heard this song.
But at this moment, he joined in as one of the accompanists.
The feeling is completely different.
The allure of music is truly boundless.
Can Jiang Wan's song really compare to my song "Red-Clad Lament"?
Does Qiao Jingjing really have no chance of winning at all?
Don't you think "The Actor's Romantic Affair" is too contrived?
Don't you think that writing lyrics is a bit forced and contrived, just pursuing fancy words?
"Forced to write new words to express sorrow," isn't that exactly what this means?
Compared to petty romantic love, let's try a more powerful approach that emphasizes national and familial sentiments.
Please continue listening.
Qiao Yu's zither music suddenly turned into a violent storm.
It climbs little by little to the peak, then suddenly plunges down, drizzling down.
……
Thank you so much for the monthly pass!
Despite my humble position, I dare not forget the nation's worries; Is Xia Qing jealous?
"The audience has passed by, and the old colors are no longer visible."
"On stage, someone is singing a heartbreaking farewell song."
"The word 'love' is hard to put into words,"
"She must sing with blood in response,"
"The curtain rises and falls, but we are all just guests in the play."
"One act ends, another begins,"
"Don't mock romantic plays, and don't mock people's absurdity."
When Qiao Jingjing started singing in the Peking Opera style, the audience felt their scalps tingle.
Their emotions were unconsciously immersed in a faint sadness.
It seems as if I see this scene before my eyes, the scenery unfolding before me:
The opera house was engulfed in flames, but the actors on stage remained fearless, continuing to sing their songs, unmoved by the Japanese invaders below...
Despite being just an actor, he possessed a noble patriotic sentiment.
When the country was in ruins, they were willing to perish together with the Japanese invaders.
The sea of fire engulfed everything.
The Japanese troops below the stage were in complete chaos, while the opera singing continued on stage.
Every actor keeps in mind the ancestral teaching that once they open their mouths, they must finish singing.
The building has collapsed, but the play is not over.
In this chaotic world, we are like duckweed adrift; how can we bear to watch the flames of war engulf our land?
Though my position is humble, I dare not forget my duty to the nation!
Even if no one knows me!
Everyone says actors are heartless, but little do they know that actors also have hearts.
It is restless, melancholic, and sorrowful.
"I also asked about green and yellow,"
"We once sang with resounding conviction about the rise and fall of dynasties,"
"How can one fathom the Dao when it is without emotion, yet also with emotion?"
"The Tao is without emotion, yet the Tao is full of emotion; this requires careful consideration."
The melodious and sorrowful piano music grew fainter and fainter until it gradually disappeared.
After she finished singing, Qiao Jingjing suddenly covered her mouth, her eyes welling up with tears.
Huang Chengzi suddenly came to her senses.
He was brought back to his senses by that sorrow and grief, filled with the desolation of a nation's destruction and the loss of its people.
She slowly shivered, goosebumps rising all over her body.